One pair came through, flying against the wind and they seemed to be
flying in place. I even missed them. Reminded me of ring-necked ducks seemingly at a
standstill coming into the decoys (which I often missed as well.)
We walked back to where Kris, my son, was shooting and waited for him to down a bird. It didn't take long, since Kris has been a great shot ever since he picked up a shotgun. He always out-shoots his ma. The bird fell but Curlee didn't see it drop. I sent her out with a 'dead bird' command to find it. She hunted the area and couldn't seem to come up with it. I walked to the area of the fall and found the bird. I called Curlee in and let her find the dove. Since this was her first dove she was looking for something much larger, like a duck. "Is this what you want, ma?" she seemed to ask. "Good girl," I said, "fetch it up." I should have known to show her a bird before sending her to let her know what game we were hunting.
After that first bird, Curlee knew what we were after and found several
for Kris and other hunters in the heavily covered corn field. I even managed to make a
great passing shot. Will wonders never cease!
I spent the time between birds to pull some really nasty briars out of Curlee's coat.
I'm familiar with sand spurs and fox tails, but these were big, football shaped stickers
that imbedded into her ears, legs and sides. I would seriously consider clipping her if we
do a lot of upland game hunting. I hate to do that to her beautiful curly coat but she was
miserable trying to pull briars out of her hair with her teeth.
All in all, it was a good day for Curlee and a humbling one for me! She got to find and
retrieve about 20 birds and impressed the heck out of the other hunters. I enjoyed the day
and when I finally made a decent shot, all was right with the world. Being the only woman
in the field didn't make things any easier. Being a lousy shot was downright embarrassing.
My shotgun felt great with the shortened stock, I just need to get out and shoot more
often. Maybe I'll head on out to that Sporting Clays range down the road.....
Later ya'll. Hope your hunting season was grand. Take your Boykins out whenever you get
the chance. They are great little duck, dove, pheasant, quail, turkey, deer trailers, you
name it, they can do it! (Though, I don't think Curlee will think too much of those clay
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